*3 years later*
I pour the blended berries into a cup adding the lid topping it off with whip cream. Heading over to the counter ,
"And here you are." I hand the Lady her drink, she smiles and makes her way to the door.
As the door opens the sound of the bell chimes and it seems to be dead in the cafe today .
I sit down in one of the round tables in the cafe and look through my instagram. More things posted about cakes and desserts being made. I put my phone down , sit back and relax.
Today marks 3 years since I left that place. Every thought of it still haunts me. I rub the nape of my neck stretching to the side.
A loud burst comes from the inside of the kitchen shaking me from the chair. I stand and walk towards the kitchen seeing the cupcake pans and pots on the ground .
What the hell happened in here?
Picking up the pots and pans, I then hear the bell chimes signaling me that a customer has walked in. I head over to the counter and see no one near the counter or around the surrounding area. A bit weirded out, I walk out to rounded tables and a familiar unknown smell catches my attention .
Very familiar .
"Hello Yura."
TO BE CONTINUED....
